[Fighter's Pit] It's Raining Fists!! [Holland]

by **Kreig Messer** on March 2nd, 2015, 6:22 am

Spring 12th, 11th bell, 38th chime, 8th Tick

Kreig had a bit of a reputation at the Fighter’s Pit, not a horrible one or even bad by any means; It simply pointed how often he frequented the place. Kreig, to whoever knew him here, was a good fighter who knew how to battle barehanded and was crazy enough to fight armed opponents with his trusted fists, though that last part was only somewhat true as he made bloody sure to usually have a pair of gauntlets on him whenever such a situation to occur. He wasn’t that mad after all, who would want to have their precious arms chopped off? No, his trusty studded gauntlets that happened to be hanging at his side were like a lifeline that made sure he’d continue beating down his opponents in the future.

He had no real reason to be at the Pit today, truly he was here to satisfy a sense of nostalgia that he had felt since returning to Syliras. He scratched the back of his head, dressed in his black shirt and white breeches as he leaned against a wall; his eyes surveying the training area for any decent fighter on the off chance he got into the fighting mood. The clanging of blunt steel against steel alongside the grunts and oofs of fighters training and sparring were a bit like music to his ears, a spark that excited him yet judging from those present there was none who could probably sate him, or fresh enough to want to fight for that matter! He tsked a bit as he pushed off the wall, his back slouching as wandered around.

He supposed instead of fighting he could get some training done for himself, but he was simply not in the mood to do that if it concerned weapons. So he did the first thing that came to mind as he moved to a somewhat secluded corner of the pit, kicking off his boots and tossing his gauntlets to the side before taking off his short ‘ Time to let my imagination roam wild’. He raised his fists before him as he crouched into a boxing stance, lowering his knees slightly as he looked into the empty space before him and began to imagine an opponent before him; Another fighter for which he’d imagine tactics and styles to be used by and against him whilst also experimenting and training the speed of his own punches.

His fists suddenly flew forward as he let out a couple of jabs, his left fist only lightly clenched as it traveled forward quickly and returned just as quickly in its two quick motions. He quickly followed up with a straight punched as he pulled his right fist back and his shoulder slightly as he then launched it forward like a spear. To any observant eyes, they could tell he wasn’t much of a boxer as even though his punches were powerful his movements were rough and undisciplined; but that was to the undisciplined eyes and to those that didn’t know him knew well enough that Kreig wasn’t simply a boxer. Indeed, were there anyone watching as he repeated the motion of the jabs followed by the straight; they’d have been shocked to see that after he finished his extending his straight punch ther came a swinging of the right arm as the back of his hand moved through the air. A backhanded strike, plain and simple yet dangerous and to some boxers an illegal move when it came to ‘official’ matches as it were. But Kreig, while he did love to fight for sport, didn’t fight by some rules; something he appropriately displayed as he stomped his left foot forward on what he imagined to be someone’s toes.

It is in those moments that observers would note that Kreig was definitely not just a boxer, no in fact he was a fighter that simply used whatever advantage presented itself in fighting; even if it happened to be a stone lying on the ground or spitting in their faces.

It was perhaps this reason he’d be attracting someone’s attention; though whether it was the good kind was yet to be seen.

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by **Holland Rolandus** on March 4th, 2015, 1:00 am

Holland approaches; Slowly and figures that he might as well get in a training session for the day. He'd left behind his Tent and just now arrived in Storm-Hold. Surprisingly the day was rather warm and calming, and the air felt soothing against his flesh. For once he could finally say he was somewhat happy with the weather. The bone chilling cold of the winter no longer overtook him and he felt successful. Hopefully things today would go his way; As they'd already been since nearly the end of Winter. No longer would those pesky winds bother him , the feeling of warmth upon his visage was ecstatic and lovely. He'd worn no more then the same simplistic set of clothing he'd had for a while now.

Although the clothing was growing to be a slight bit worn. The royal blue clad male approaches. Having been watching at a distance as the obviously shorter opponent practiced. Holland this day arrives unarmed and didn't even carry a weapon. As usual, Holland arrives in a royal blue shirt which was loose at the torso. Yet, hugged tightly and wrapped about the forearms; Practically hugging them. A pair of trousers that much like his cloth shirt, were royal blue in coloration. The base of the trousers were tucked off into his simplistic pair of brown boots. Without even having been bothered to waste time he approaches the unknown male from behind. Holland immediately makes note of how pale the opponents skin tone is. Taking in the fact that the opponents hair was short and obviously cleanly cut.

The opponent had proper hygiene and that was a good thing. He wouldn't want to battle someone momentarily that would smell putrid. Holland simply cracked a smile, and immediately before getting too close speaks. Watching as the opposing male throws out a rather wild series of punches. A wad of saliva would be caught up in the throat of Holland. For some reason the more that Holland observed of this strange male; The more intimidating that he had become. Although regardless of how intimidated he was it was too late to turn back for now. All Holland has to do is speak, and yet at this very moment it is as if he's become incapable of doing so.

Holland was simply incredibly nervous, and he knew nothing that he could say to offer a challenge. Obviously the other male was much more fearsome and skilled. The way that he'd even taken up a stance was intimidating and although short he wasn't to be underestimated. What would Holland even have to say to the man? How would he even make an introduction when he has no clue how to do so without being stricken? Oh well, Holland figured that he might as well be brave even in the face of danger. Or, at least what he thought to have been extremely dangerous.

Now finally Holland manages to swallow the saliva in his throat. Before giving his throat a rather minor clear. Producing a sound that gave off a similar tone to a growl. Although it was repeated twice and was rather incredibly minor in terms of how audible it was. Now he begins to speak yet, his eyes never leave the other males embodiment.

"H-hey, Sir... My name is Holland Rolandus, and I believe I should be rather forward here. I am seeking training and I do not know anything about fighting bare handed. Although I know that is something which is sad to say it is true. Sir, I have come here today after watching you to ask you.. Will you teach me?" Holland spoke whilst he fought each and every urge he had to simply walk away from the vicinity. Although he knew that gaining skill was far more important then simply being idiotic and not risking injury. After all, Holland figures that without risk there can be no reward.

What would happen next?

by **Kreig Messer** on March 4th, 2015, 5:48 am

As Holland made his approach, Kreig was a bit too busy training to sense the other man’s presence as he Prepared to throw a right body hook, his body rotating right just a bit before rotating left in a sudden burst before stepping forward, bending his left knee as he threw up a left uppercut. It was also sloppy to be sure, imprecise and slow by a boxers standards. His stance also left much to be desired but that’s the entire reason he’d be shadow boxing in the first place, other then warming himself up physically he’d attempt to get the feel for the stance and punches; gradually improving with practice. Other glaring faults were that his movements were stiff as a board, as even the heavyset of boxers had a degree of footwork that could be called nimble. Kreig knew that for certain, wondering if he should approach Cecil for more lessons before belatedly remembering he had very little gold mizas to spend for such a lesson. He could always ask someone from the order but he knew no one of it who trained in the arts saved for one exiled bastard who’s probably dead somewhere.

It was then he noticed the presence, or rather heard the voice. of a dark haired man clad in blue, he was younger than Kreig to be sure; A few years maybe? Kreig wasn’t certain as he paused his training to look at him “ Ye want me ta train ya, friend?” Kreig repeated the request, he stood up straight now, scratching the back of his head as he pondered about this. On the one hand he could earn a small sum for this, something he’d been hoping to have for a while. On the other; he’d be cutting his own training at the moment.

He eyed the man closer, trying to guess at his physical state ‘ He certainly looks like he’d been roughing it out’ But that was not the point of his observations. He wanted to know if the man was physically capable, It certainly seemed that he was, but looking tough didn’t essentially mean he was tough. Could he take a punch? Could he throw a punch? He recalled the man saying just moments ago he’d never fought unarmed so that put the likelihood of him knowing how to throw a punch….unlikely. That’s what irked Kreig the most; No proper gent of any age should be unaware of how to throw just a bloody proper punch! The Fist was the weapon humanoid beings were born with; if one didn’t know how to fight with it then they don’t know enough to fight with other weapons in his book!

Kreig sighed as he lowered his head, crossing his arms as he came to a decision “ Alright friend, I want to see how strong you are first” Kreig let out a feral grin, like a cat finding a little mouse to play with “ And by seeing that, lets fight right here, right now….I wanna see if ye ‘ave any potential before I make my decision” Kreig didn’t take any chance at this time, just watching the ‘pup’ as he decided to dub him “ I’ll just stand ‘ere for a bit, givin’ you a few free shots. After that then ye’d best be ready”

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by **Holland Rolandus** on March 5th, 2015, 1:56 am

"Alright, he just told me that I can have a few free hits before we begin. That simply means I'll have to take advantage; Of what he is giving me for now." Thought Holland; He knew that he would only be given a limited amount of time as well. Why not take advantage of what he was being given currently? I know now that if I do not then he will crush me with ease. Holland continued to think whilst taking up a rather simplistic stance. A stance that felt only somewhat natural; Due to the fact that he'd not been very well used to doing this.

Holland raises his fists simultaneously immediately; Proceeding to attempt paying attention to the opponents body. Focusing and concentrating hard on the center point of his chest. In response to the opponents aforementioned statement about training; He gave a nod. Holland was fully prepared now, to take a blow and give another. Regardless of the fact that he would be taking pain; All he could focus on for now would be stances. He'd finally reached a comfortable stance; His right foot extends outward 10 inches. His knees bend at a slight forty degree angle. Holland refused upon this day to look weak before a strong opponent. Especially being that he wanted to leave a lasting impression about himself.

Alright here comes the first one; Thought Holland immediately. Stepping forward and shifting his stance slightly; Whilst throwing out a right straight jab. Flexing his muscles simultaneously; Immediately uplifting his left forearm in order to guard his face. Knowing that although the opponent might've said he could have a free hit; Holland knew that nothing in this world came without a price. For now Holland would willingly take a hit in order to simply land one and impress the male. Hopefully; Just hopefully it would land and impact the center of the opponents chest. For now all he could do is await the result of his first strike.

Holland had a habit of not trusting men that offered him things for free. Just as his Father always taught him to do as a child; If someone gave him something for free then something was wrong. Trusting; was something Holland was practically incapable of due to that singular fact alone. Discipline, Integrity, and Strength were all concepts drilled into his head as a child. Failure isn't something Holland takes lightly. Nor would he ever take it lightly; He refused to take anything in a combat situation lightly. For if it were more then a training session his life would be on the line.

by **Kreig Messer** on March 5th, 2015, 7:33 am

Kreig reverted to a simple smirk as he took a look at the guy, he had an alright stance he supposed though it didn’t quite look an unarmed one so Kreig had to assume he was either making it up or it came from some other method of combat; the latter certainly seemed more likely. Kreig wondered if there was such a stance in the unarmed arts but shrugged that thought away as he was no scholar on the subject. Back to the matter at hand, Kreig noted the first mistake of the lad; it immediately marked him as a combat rookie in Kreig’s mind which told the brawler that the gent hadn’t had much experience fighting others. To be clear; it was the way the lad’s eyes were staring into his chest, it spelled clearly where he intended to strike.

Then came the moment of truth as the pup, stepping forward and setting up a right punch. Kreig noted the movement used for the punch, storing what he thought of it to the back of his mind and resumed watching as the pup came forward while raising his left arm to block. Kreig wondered why for a brief instatnt, then chuckled as he realized the kid didn’t trust him to keep his word ‘ Smart, I guess. A little bit hurtful to my feelings though…’ He raised the palm of his right to the center of his chest and blocked the strike with his grin turning manic again. The punch wasn’t quite strong but then again it was a jab so that didn’t tell quite enough.

“ That’s one, lad. Two more to go till I start fightin’, savvy? ” Kreig glared at the lad, hoping the combination of his grin and glare wouldn’t intimidate the lad. One of the points of the three free hits was to see what the kid would do, for the first hit he tried to strike an obvious target, showing straightforwardness he could appreciate. But he needed to see more than just that, he needed to see how crafty he could get, how far he was willing to go in a fight.

Kreig stepped back after first pushing the pup’s fist away and motioned to come at him again, with a bit of a mocking grin. Kreig didn’t do that to be a bully; he needed an insight into the lad’s emotions, would he keep a steady head or would his emotions rue? Even then, could he tame his emotions into something positive? Mind and Body was things he needed to know just to see if this guy could stand the way Kreig would train him.

Of course, when Kreig starts moving….there was something else to be testing and boy would that be a doozy for the pup before him.

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by **Holland Rolandus** on March 7th, 2015, 5:10 pm

The strike was blocked, and pushed away as if it were nothing. Yet, Holland refused to accept failure and be treated as if he were no more then a toy. Looking weak was not his forte, and he absolutely despised each and every moment of it. Therefore although he was shocked at being blocked so easily; Holland proceeds to try flattening out his palm. Whilst being blocked by the opponent so that at a forty degree angle his hand slides beneath the opponents wrist. Coiling his digits about the opponents wrist. Before swiftly charging forward; although he'd never attempted pulling a stunt like this before. Throws up his opposing arm simultaneously, whilst starting to yank the opponents wrist forward and over Hollands shoulder.

In the time it took for the opponent to so much as begin speaking; Holland cuts him off with action. Immediately proceeding to bend his own arm as it ascended, in order to try trapping the opponents arm at the joint. Completely and totally unaware of what he was doing; Anger overtook Holland. His father would surely have beaten him to a bloody pulp for failing that easily. Hollands mouth opens wide, and he prepares to sink his teeth into the flesh of the opponent. Even if he would fail again; Nothing mattered at this point other then proving your strength. Failure, Failure was surely not an option in this case. He wanted an adequate teacher therefore he would simply have to prove himself.

Whilst Holland completes the actions he throws out his right heel. Aiming to push it behind that of the opponents left heel; Without even touching the opponent. Acting swiftly so that he could attempt making the opponent not at all notice what was going on. This was a rather wild attempt to thwart the opponents equilibrium. Hopefully this would rob the opponent of the ability to stand upright. A simplistic yet, somewhat effective fallback safety plan this had been the entire time. Yet, if it failed Holland would have to result to fighting as if he were trying to survive. As if he were fighting for his life; That was what he trained for. In order to become stronger, and better oriented with defending himself.

Being that he'd only just recently become a mercenary; He had absolutely no option of doing anything else. Learning to defend himself was more like learning to keep his head on his shoulders. From this point forward, Holland never knew what would be coming to him. The moment he gets hired he'll be risking his life. Therefore without training, Holland knew that he would surely fail his first mission. He didn't want that; He would do everything and anything he could to prove himself.

by **Kreig Messer** on March 8th, 2015, 6:21 pm

OOCGot permission from Holland

Welp, Kreig did wanted to see how far he could control his emotions and the answer had been quite loud. The problem was the lad was like a raging bull and had been trying to do things to him that the boy had no right to be physically attempting ‘Wonder if that’s how I was when I was a lad?” Kreig had also wondered if the pup realized that he exceeded his three free punches. Still, it was amusing to see his reactions to say the least. It wasn’t hard to yank his own hand free from the pup as Kreig was just stronger than him, rendering his raging attempt to trap his arm useless and almost biting a piece off him as he noticed the flash of teeth “ Welp, least it ain’t Myrians” He remarked, in a way though it was a good sign….he believed not only his fists or legs were just weapons, but rather perhaps his whole body

He noted, with wild amusement, that the pup was also going to try and trip him off balance and Kreig could only shake his head as he saw that. But now play time was over as he took a step forward and threw a simple right punch with his pointer and index knuckles outstretched, rotating his hips to add the weight of his body to natural strength of his fist and struck squarely at the center of the pup’s abdomen, stopping him in his tracks as he knocked the air out of whilst also causing him to lean forward and grasp his stomach, immediately Kreig stepped to his side with an open palm covering the pup’s face whilst his right foot was close behind the pup’s left. Quickly and suddenly he pushed forward with his palm whilst his left simultaneously pushed back and forced the pup onto his back, but it didn’t end there as Kreig spun so that his back was facing the side of the pup’s resting form before unceremoniously dropping onto torso in a sitting position.

Kreig grnned from ear to ear to as he turned his head to look at his new cushion “ Ye calm enough yet, pup?” Kreig asked, despite the words there was no mocking tone mingling with his words. It was simply an honest question where he needed an answer, otherwise he’d be sitting here till the pup calmed down. Whither it took little time or more, he had more words ready as he spoke “ Welp, you weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t know how to bloody fight barefisted . Yer emotions pretty much controlled ya and ye done did things you shouldn’t bother trying, we’re going to need to work on that. But I got a good feel of yer instincts and it told me you’ve a brain somewhere” Kreig chuckled as he stood up to relieve the pup of Kreig’s weight and turned to look at him “ We’d be needing to work on using yer rage to focus that more rather than let it be the boss of you. I can help with that, sure as sure. During that I can show you how to punch and kick and a few more things that’ll help when your life is on the line.”

He scratched his chin, a small grin on his face as he gave the pup a pondering look “ Thing is, are you willing to pay, and ultimately commit? I charge 10 gm per day, you can pay each time you want a lesson or you can pay me for the number of days you want me to teach you, though you’ve got to know some days I just ain’t free so ye’ll be stuck doing whatever training I can leave you with but I promise….it’ll be worth it”

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by **Holland Rolandus** on March 15th, 2015, 3:34 am

Having just been stricken in the abdomen; Holland was left in absolute shock. He was practically suspended upon Kriegs fist for a moment; the strike robbed the air from his lungs. In a massive exhalation and a combination of coughing he'd gone limp. Unable to even react to such a rapid attack, and petrified by the mans strength. He knew not of what to do, and simply gave up. Whist his visage was being covered and he'd fallen to the ground there was no point in reacting. He'd lost, and very quickly and easily. Without even having been able to put up a good enough fight; Holland began questioning what he was truly even capable of. Perhaps Holland was simply too weak to step forth and battle a stronger opponent. Which was no more then a simple lesson to learn; Become stronger and he shall succeed. Fairly obviously the opponent had much more training, and plenty of strength which triumphed Hollands own.

Having just had his pride stolen from him, and the thought of even being somewhat strong thwarted; the opponent only adds insult to injury. Krieg even went as far as to have rested atop Holland, and allowing all of his weight to bare down atop him. As if he were no more then a weakling in the males eyes, and yet Holland thought a bit of training would do him some justice; despite having just lost. Although his pride was absolutely destroyed, and his body thrown about like a rag-doll; Holland was glad he could even be courageous at this point. Although he'd fallen, and despite the fact that he was shut down in mere moments; all he could do was smile.

After Krieg concluded his rather short speech about the charge for teaching. Holland began to think to himself about several things; that he hadn't even done anything with his job. Holland might have been a mercenary, but he didn't quite know what to do. As the weight was released from his embodiment; Holland spoke and spoke with pride. Although one could clearly tell that he was in pain; through the sound of his voice alone. A smile still found itself upon Hollands visage as he replies.

"Thank you, Thank you for your time, Thank you for showing me your strength in comparison to mine. Yes, I will agree to pay you when it is I wish to come to you for lessons. Although for now I'm flat broke, and I will surely come around later in the future. I really appreciate your time and I will be seeing you again soon.." Spoke Holland, and now he proceeds to stand erect; yet, one could clearly see the amount of trouble he had doing so. Holland turns about, and begins to limp off and out of the fighters pit. On the verge of puking, and vomiting all over the ground upon which he walked. Holding his arm over his abdomen.

by **Orin Fenix** on April 5th, 2015, 11:38 am

Grades are Served

Kreig Messer

Skill	XP
Boxing	3
Tactics	2
Observation	1
Socialization	2
Unarmed Combat	1

Lores

Tactics: Mixing Disciplines
Holland: Impulsive Fighter
Unarmed Combat: Blocking a Punch

Shield Points

2	Training
2	Assisting a citizen

Extras :

Holland Rolandus

Skill	XP
Observation	1
Socialization	2
Tactics	1
Unarmed Combat	2
Endurance	1

Lores

Kreig: Intimidating Fighter
Location: Anthonius Fighter's Pits
Nothing is free in life

Extras :

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